At the top of the vast, boundless Abyss hung an eternal curtain of darkness, suspended between heaven and earth.
Jiang Yun's figure was like a faint light cutting through the ages as he sped toward Dao Ancestor Hou Ming's Dao Field.
The closer he drew to that mysterious Dao Field, the stranger and more unpredictable the aura surging through heaven and earth became, as though countless ancient beings had awakened from their slumber through the ages and were letting out deep, rumbling roars.
It was also like secrets hidden deep within the River of Time, about to break through layers upon layers of seals and reveal themselves to the world.
Her domain was terrifyingly silent. A deathly, icy aura spread without restraint, as though it sought to freeze the entire world within endless darkness.
Even the Void was warped and distorted by that chill, letting out faint whimpers.
Yet amid this suffocatingly cold atmosphere, an indescribable sense of familiarity inexplicably rose within Jiang Yun's heart, like a lone boat adrift in the vast cosmos finally finding the lighthouse that would guide it home.
"Why did I have such a strange feeling?"
Jiang Yun furrowed his sword-like brows. A trace of confusion flashed through his deep eyes as he pondered inwardly.
"The Reincarnation Dao Flame's erosion of my body was too severe. Even after all this time, its effects still had not completely faded."
His gaze was sharp as he swept it across the frigid world, then realized, "Yet this biting cold rushing toward me can strangely soothe the burning heat within my body."
Thinking back on these days, Jiang Yun had been trying to understand what was extraordinary about the Black Bird Dao Field.
And in order to properly control the Reincarnation Dao Flame, he had barely stopped, repeatedly attempting